“The Wolf & The Doe.”

As I enter my 37th year upon this earth, I am honoring my journey thus far by sharing what may be the most personal piece of content I have ever shared... a poem I channeled in meditation a short while ago. From my warrior heart to yours. xo Cristan

"The Wolf & The Doe"

Her smile is elusive,
but when it appears,
it can light up the darkest sky
and warm the coldest heart.

Her spirit is wise,
and her countenance, courage.

She reveals herself in bits—
tiny gems that embed themselves deep in your soul...
shining flecks of God
that glitter long after she's departed.

To earn her trust is no small feat.
But to those who do,
the gifts of the divine flow freely.

Her intuition is unwavering...
eyes that see through many layers
to the depths below.

She moves with grace and efficiency,
suffering no fools
and wasting no time.

When she has been crossed,

Hackles rise.
An ancient song rumbles from her depths.

Laser-focused,
tongue sharpens,
and claws emerge.

All at once,
the gentle doe transforms
into a wolf.

In the beginning,
the wolf would devour all in its path...
even the doe within.

Her fury-storm
leaving a trail
of internal and outer destruction
in its wake.

Until one day,
the still, small voice
from within her heart
became loud enough to permeate the din.

It said:
Please slow down.
Please tune in.
Please stop burying me
beneath so many layers of armor.

I’m tired of fighting.
I’m tired of running.
I’m tired of striving.

A sacred pause.
A whisper echoed through lifetimes,
woven in a thousand tongues,
heard not only by ears, but by bone and blood.

A fated meeting.
A broken mirror.
A long dark night.

I resisted,
it persisted.

I avoided,
only to collide once more—
until the armor was no more,
chipped away bit by painful bit.

There was nowhere to go, no one to be-
nothing to prove, not even to me.

Acceptance arrived, not as defeat,
but as the doorway to my own becoming.

Now another wolf emerges.
A new day has dawned,
and along with it,
a new war cry—rooted in love,
yet fierce beyond measure.

The beta encircles the gentle doe,
baring her teeth to the outside threat,
but wasting no more energy
than what is necessary...

knowing that her life force
is a precious gift.

She guides the doe to the safety of her den—
back home to herself,
where an unending well of nourishment flows freely.

until the time comes,
to expand once more
into the great unknown.

Wolf and doe lie down beside one another—
soft gaze,
knowing glance...

they merge again
as one.